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Connor would argue that cleverness means zilch in their current situation, but saying it out loud would not help one bit. What he needed was physical advantages, which he obviously could not gain in the next few minutes.

"I appreciate that, but really, that confidence only makes one of us." He knew, however, the less time they spent there talking the better the outcome might be. "This way, right?" Connor made a move to one end of the car, took a peek over the glass, and slid the door open. "What do we do if they followed?" Mentally crossing his fingers, he recited inwardly, Don't say jump, don't say jump..

Alex could literally see the wheels in Connor’s  mind turning and he was  willing to bet he knew what he was thinking too. Ten minutes was an eternity of time in their current circumstances, the  thief  sighed. But they really didn’t have much of a  choice or chance otherwise. 

“Yeah, not  leaving you  behind an’ don’ be silly,” he  scoffed to the other’s remark. “We’re  both damn smart, we can do this,” he nodded. “It’s a  big train, so we’ll jus’ keep movin’. No one’s allowed near the engines, so that’s where we’ll head.”

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Oh, if she could she would seize him, that was, psychically, to reach deep into his soul and find it herself. But no, of course it would have to be given willingly, otherwise it would serve her no more than an empty promise. Bleak as it was, Vazra was out of options.

"What an obstacle we have both stumbled into," she whispered, still uncharacteristically soft, "It would have been so easy to only answer my question."

The elf tensed in earnest now, every sense on alert and just as  well. Yes, this was not like Vazra, not even in the slightest; something was  not right here. 

“I’m thinking you ahould get some sleep, in fact, not stay awake,” he  said smoothly. “You’ve never bothered with my desires or fears before,” he  gave her an affable smirk, deflecting the question. 

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"I'm okay," Florence replied, but her eyes darted to find an opening big enough for her to run through. In all honesty, she was fine at the moment, but staying still at this same place would eventually lead her to not being fine, so she really must go. And she had learned from experience that trying to explain the truth to adults would only result in them soothing her and not taking her words for the literal meaning that they were.

That was until he confirmed on being able to hear the noise.

"No, not books." The little girl bit her lower lip briefly as she eyed Alex, weighing. "If you're really really serious you want to help.. We have to get out of this library, and find my sister."

Alex didn’t move, still blocking the  girl’s  escape. “Yeah, well, I know what I’m  offerin’ an’ it seems  to me you might need the help, too. Are you OK?” He asked  gently, the girl more agitated, it seemed, with each passing moment. 

The thief  nodded to her question. “If you’re  referring to the noise, yeah,” he said calmly. “Probably someone dropped a  few shelves of  books, by the sound of it,” he  shrugged. Still, no one seemed to be  reacting to it, he thought; rather odd,indeed. 

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The man’s eyes were quick to catch where the blade was and moved accordingly. He could also tell from Nick’s irregular movement that he was injured somewhere in the legs but doing what he could to subdue him, buy him time to bolt through the door. He caught the hand that held the knife, and twisted the arm that Nick grabbed in a way that spun him out of momentum. It took him by surprise for just a second but it was enough for the man to hook his arm around his neck.

Before either man could say anything, someone shrieked from the doorway. “AXXEY, DON’T HURT HIM!!” Thank god for Nightshade.

A minute of quiet passed until the older man did as he was told. “Sorry. Yer boyfriend started it though,” the man replied in a gruff voice, pointing out the knife in Nick’s hand.

Nick should have known that the man was trouble. Well, correction, he did expect it, he just did not pick his battles, did he? His wounded leg disadvantaged him more than he let it show, until with not little dismay he found himself unable to escape. He tried to move his head for some momentum and head-butted the man. Though the armlock loosened for a second, it was not enough to make him release him.

“Get your fuckin’ hands off me,” he managed to growl, just seconds before the Nightshade’s voice carried through the room, shrill with worry,

The stranger finally let him go, and not a moment too soon, since Nick’s hand had work around his knife, pointing it an angle ready to slash at his opponent, what with little space provided. He quickly moved out of his range, still gripping his knife at ready.

“I’m not her--” Nick started to protest, then decided to focus on the other matter first. “You two know each other,” he said, the tone making it more of an accusation than a statement.

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Whether Lir said it with a solid base or merely as a nice gesture, Helen definitely hoped she was right. "Well, seeing that your best is probably even more than this," Helen started, a small smile on her face, "I would say I'm relieved to hear that, and I know he'll be in good hands." Her smile turned gleeful at Lir's next words, perhaps a tad too much so. "Now she's talking. Don't you let him get away, yeah?" She picked up her purse and turned to leave. "Alright then, as promised, I'll leave you alone to get that much needed rest. Ciao!"

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No matter how hard he tried to convince himself that it was just the events of the day catching up with him, Matthew couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. He tossed his keys on the kitchen counter, and set up the coffee maker. A fresh cup of coffee was probably what he needed. He was opening the left side of the cupboard, reaching for a mug when something swished behind him.

Matthew dropped to a crouch, purely a reflex, making himself a smaller target. There was a crash as he abandoned the mug halfway, and it fell to the floor. Heart hammering, he pivoted, still crouching, finding--

Nothing. Only the empty room and the darkened hallway beyond it.

What? Was his mind playing tricks on him?

Lir snorted at Helen’s tone. Really, the woman missed nothing, she thought, she’d need to watch her step around her. 

Her next words, however, surprised her just as she was going to reassure the other woman she was, indeed,not going anywhere-she couldn’t exactly tell her she was rushing out of here the moment she was left alone, could she?

“You’ll be fine. Trust me on it, I’ve…a good instinct and i know to trust it,” she smiled faintly. She’d just scanned Helen, after all, and everything seemed perfectly fine. “And I’ll do my best, I promise…assuming I remain assigned here, that is,remember, I’m only here for this odd case,” it was her turn to sound wistful, she realised. “He’s a nice one, Matt,” she added, clearing her throat. What the hell, she was never awkward but right now, she definitely felt so. 

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To say this was unexpected, was such an understatement. Sonyada followed Arabella's movement out the door, mouth slightly open, and it was a split second before she snapped back to the moment. To the handsome stranger sitting across from her. And in horror realized how he might have perceived the situation.

"Oh my god, I hope you did not think.. I swear I was not in on this," she gestured vaguely, " whatever this is. I was.." Her words collide with his. "No," she replied, "Oh dear, no idea whatsoever. She asked me to come here, said she had just received an urgent order and needed my help sorting it out.. I wouldn't.." She gave a rather breathless laugh. "I would never just crashed into some random people's event, or the likes."

"Ada," she nodded, trying to smile casually, "It's nice to meet you then, Alex, but really, I know you were not expecting me here, so.." Her eyes darted toward the entrance, "I probably should just go? I'm sure you have other plans.."

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Sonyada smiled at the stranger’s invitation, albeit hesitantly. “That’s really kind of you, but I wouldn’t want to int–”

“Oh, no no no, ma cherie!” Arabella grinned, cutting her mid-sentence. “If anything, I should be the one apologizing, aren’t I?” She stood up quickly, ushering the young woman to take her place. “Ada, this is Raphael, my nephew–ah, sort of–I’m too young to be his actual aunt, don’t you think? Raph, this is Sonyada–Ada, she works with me in the shop.” The shop in which Arabella was the owner, more of a high-end boutique, which made Sonyada her employee, but she didn’t try to correct her, merely smiling politely at the man.

“Well, yesss, I am truly, deeply sorry, Raphael. Work just.. does that, sometimes.” Arabella waved her hand about, adding a sigh for good measure. “Fear not, however, I at least will not leave you lonesome for the night.” She snatched her purse, blew him a kiss, then quickly turned on her heels. “Dinner’s on me. Have fun, you two!” And just like that, she disappeared out the front door.

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Alex was well-used to Arabella’s often frantic rhytms, but even so, this sudden reaction of hers took him by surprise. He all but stared at her, the girl-Ada- clearly as thunderstruck as the thief himself was as she was all but pushed into the redhead’s seat across from him.

Arabella, true to type, did not linger, moving like the whirlwind she was, racing out the front door before either of them could utter so much as a question.

The thief shook his head with a chuckle, giving the girl across from him a smile as well. “I hope you’ve been working with her long enough to be used to that sort of thing,” he sighed amusedly, the drinks and appetizers Arabelle had ordered a few minutes ago arriving as if on cue. “Any idea what that was even about?” he asked. He was getting an inkling-having known Arabella for the biggest part of his life-but he wasn’t quite ready to put his suspicions into words. “Ada, was it?” he asked instead, instinctively reacting to put the girl at her ease. “Please go with Alex; no one but my mother and Bella ever use Raphael,” he laughed.

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Sam raised an eyebrow at his aunt’s sudden mention of preferences and strategically shied away from the topic with a smugness that almost reminded her of her Samuel. He laughed heartily at the thought of a younger Arabella  running around the bookstore and out of breath, trying to get a hold of them as tots. “Oh yeah, we’ve never been out o’touch. Same school, same class. Graduation, all the like. Natalie’s studyin’ to be a vet. Already volunteers at the shelter downtown to get her hours in.” 

“Prof. Shadestone’s still teaching. Travels the world for conferences an’ sometimes takes the missus with him. Mrs. Shadestone runs her shop online these days but she’ll occasionally tailor a thing or two for you if you ask nicely,” Sam relayed with a smile. He had a deep love and appreciation for the Shadestones, who took care of him dearly especially after Granda passed away.

When their drinks arrived and the laughter quieted down, Sam noticed the subtle shift in her voice. The way her gaze fell as she fished for memories in her mind’s eye. The way her voice danced when she mentioned anything about him. ‘She loves him’ Sam thought to himself, a small grin on his lips.

The only things Sam knew about his late uncle was that he looked for work the moment he finished highschool and that it irked Granda quite a bit. Against Granda’s wishes, he wanted to go to culinary school but it was beyond their means at the time. Which meant that he had to grab any chance he got to cook or bake for work and save up the money himself, or so Sam assumed. It was then Sam realized that there was actually very little he knew of his uncle so he appreciated Aunt Bella for satisfying his curiosity.

Sam also realized that Aunt Bella was a masterful storyteller. She knew exactly what to emphasize and when to pause for that -dramatic- effect; he was hanging on to every word. “And?? What happened next??”

Arabella noticed the way he avoided her questions and grinned. “Ah, perhaps another time, yes? Don’t you think I am dropping this topic forever.” Her smile softened as she took in his features. He must have heard it a thousand times and more, but he really did resemble her late Samuel, especially as he flustered a tad and changed the subject just now. 

She listened closely at his elaborating about the Shadestones, glad that his being all updated about them would imply at the very least that he had people he could rely on should he ever need it. 

“Do you suppose she would spare some of her time to add her masterpiece to my collection, if maybe you introduce us? Of course not as a favor, I would happily pay for what it’s worth,” she mused aloud, but quickly waved it off, “No, no, not enough time for this occasion, sadly.”

Elbow on the table, she leaned on her hand, stirring her drink slowly, and continued, “You would think a small cafe in a small town attracts regular, nice, if a bit boring people, but I was sorely mistaken that evening.” She raised her eyebrows a little. “I will spare you the details, but let’s just say this particular customer called me a very bad word after I rejected his flirts. And, um, you might find it hard to believe, but I was a lot more quick-tempered when I was young.. er.” She grinned, then straightened up, raised her right hand to demonstrate. “I had my hand right here, just a swift swing, ready to slap him, aaaand out of nowhere your uncle came, held my wrist and stopped me from giving that man what he so deserved.”

“After our shift ended, I went to talk to Samuel, and naturally, I was seething.” She laughed a little. “I demanded to know why he had stopped me, gave him quite an earful on how it was none of his business et cetera, et cetera.. only to get calm and--at that time--unsatisfyingly rational answers from him. So I just left in a huff, and thought that was that.” She winked at Sam. “But of course we both know, that was not that.”

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Alex gave the woman a last look, nodding to her-and the glare she directed at him. “Right. Try not to get killed, OK?Drinks are…well, on your employer after I’ve sprung her,” he grinned. He was already locking down things as he walked off-the blast doors might not hold, but several of the apparently significant security force on their way to them would find themselves suddenly trapped in no longer working elevators.

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It wasn’t too hard to find his target, thankfully. Despite triggering every alarm system in the building, to use against the armed men going after Atha, as he had promised, they would be getting close. Echoing booms reached him and shook the building dramatically as the thief rushed through lush carpeted hallways and passed by richly furnished offices and spaces that would be a thief’s delight, really.

It took but half a minute for him to hack into the lock securing the door he was interested in. The woman inside gave him pause for a moment and he managed to not…wince at the state of her. Even in her current condition, she was gorgeous, there was no mistaking that, but she had been…hurt, clearly, he thought grimly. The wary, careful way she watched him made it clear she expected more torture and pain, not a rescue. Another boom, this one closer, shook some cement dust free from the ceiling and Alex shook his head.

“Right. Hi,” he shrugged. “ Atalanta bent down and picked up the first golden apple,” he rolled his eyes at the code phrase. He knew the myth, alright, but it hardly seemed pertinent here.”In case the code word isn’ enough, I’m here to get you out an’ I think we need to hurry,” he reached out a hand carefully.

Mikaela’s lips fell open. Her previously impassive face changed immediately at the sentence, though it was said rather without conviction. Her hand trembled as she took his hand gingerly, and upon pulling herself up, stumbled, forced to grasp at him to steady herself.

“Pardon me,” her voice cracked, a low whisper heard only because he was so close. “I might have overestimated my strength.” She exhaled, refrained from moving farther just yet, considering the previous small movements had darkened the edges of her sight and spun her head.

There was a little more to the code than it being a sign of assurance. Mikaela and Atha had settled simple meanings behind the words, should something happened and Atha were unable to get to Mikaela herself. Assuming nothing significant had happened between the moment Atha passed the code phrase to him and him to her, they should still have about ten minutes before rendezvous, wherever that was. “Is she here?” she asked, her neutral tone hiding how overwhelmingly she had hoped that she could soon have her trusted company again.

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Connor’s eyes widened at the suggestion-well, no real wonder, Alex thught, this was not an easy thing to even consider, far from it-and the thief let him take the notion in for a few moments, the younger man glancing around them as if he expected some magical solution to appear out of thin air. Alex himself watched the sealed doors. If the thugs after them found a way through, well, then they’d have to either jump or stand still and get shot at.

“Yeah, to be honest, I don’ like the idea either,” he shrugged at his words with a sigh. “An’ no, none of those things apply to me; we jump off, we stand a pretty good chance of doin’ our friends job for them an’ gettin’ ourselves killed…”He broke off suddenly. “I have another idea,” he nodded. “There’s a station comin’ up, in about 10 minutes. It’s a busy one. We can make up some sort of distraction an’ vanish in the mayhem. But we do need to last 10 minutes here.”

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Ten minutes. Which seemed like an innocently short period of time, taken out of context. But ten minutes here, ten minutes with at least four people wanting them dead--or the very least, out of the way.. Would they make it? The train slipped smoothly out of the tunnel, deceptively not indicating anything wrong happening in its cars.

“We don’t have any other options, do we?” More of a rhetorical question, since they had just been discussing how to safely get out of the train, and as far as possible from their pursuers. “Alright, ten minutes.” Connor rolled his shoulders, nodded to convince himself. “Just ten minutes, we can do it.” But he glanced at Alex with pale determination next. “I’m not sure I will be of any help, you know, so.. if it comes down to it, don’t let me slow you down.”

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